Marcus Berkmann has written the Bookend column in this week’s issue of the magazine. Here it is for readers of this blog:
A friend of mine was throttled by Pete Postlethwaite once. It was outside a TV studio, people were smoking and Postlethwaite was only demonstrating some bit of business he had done while playing Macbeth, but even so, very few of us can claim to have been strangled by someone Steven Spielberg once called ‘the best actor in the world’.
Postlethwaite died in January, to a vast and unexpected surge of public grief. Now arrives an autobiography, A Spectacle of Dust, written during illness, incomplete at death, finished by other hands.
But there’s no doubt it’s the real thing.
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